Zigzag

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immediately sensed something was wrong. I could hear him shouting at me from 100 metres away. His significant frame blocked out the dipping sunset, muscular forearms more suited to a lock forward than a paddle skier, furiously beating the paddle gripped in his thick paws to get down the Elands point as quickly as

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